Monday night after the party we made it over to the hospital to see my boss, his wife, and their new addition. We had to wait until Kim made it home from work so we got over there around 7:30, with visiting hours ending at 8:30. Definitely a nice place, and as I’ve mentioned we’re planning on heading there when the time comes for us as well.
Anyway we were excited to go because a) it’s always fun seeing newborn babies, b) it’s always fun to leave people with their screaming newborns so you can go home and get some sleep when they clearly are getting none and c) we were very ready to get the secret out in the open to my boss considering there would be appointments and such that I would need to miss work for in the very near future.
With their absence at the party, we had to scramble to come up with yet another unique way of telling them. What we settled on somewhat last minute was to purchase two newborn outfits, and then, using iron on letters and numbers, make one of the shirts say “Rubin” and a zero and the other say “Frantz” and have a -7 on it (for -7 months). Kim did the ironing and it came out pretty well (as the picture attests).
At the hospital we met with my boss and his wife, and he related the lengthy tale of their baby’s birth – to make a long story short her labor was induced over a period of 2 days, and when the time finally came the baby popped out with 3 pushes in 5 minutes. As we were running low on time, we gave them their “gifts” and asked them to open them up. My boss opened the shirts first, and thought they were pretty cute. He didn’t get it.
No one ever gets it. I don’t know if we aren’t direct enough, or it simply hard to believe that the Lord intends for me to have offspring (I wonder about that myself sometimes), but regardless the first reaction is usually, “I don’t get it”, then “Really?”, next “Holy Crap”, and finally acceptance.
After some leading questions, several diagrams, and an interpretive dance (thanks to the Syracuse Ballet Company) it finally sunk in and congratulations went all around. They were pretty excited (he’s been after me to have kids for quite some time). We were afraid we might be “stealing their thunder” by telling them at the hospital, but they didn’t seem to mind. Shortly after, time was up and we headed home.
So at this point, we only have a few people left to tell, at least for the initial pre 3-months round of tattling. A few co-workers and close friends…
